I have a beautiful wife who I adore more than anything in this world. We’ve been married for about four years, but she is the only woman I have been with for the past ten years. She is six years my junior and I waited until I was in my thirties before I finally asked her to marry me. She is 5’8”, blonde hair, blue eyes, and has a smoking body. I catch other...
I've been reading at this site for a while now, and I can't think of a better place to learn some of life's most important lessons. I consider this a self-help site. I've learned so much I feel honor-bound to repay the good deeds and share some of the most important lessons for those readers and writers who have had difficulty deciphering the subtle nuances...
Let me introduce my wife and myself to you. My wife Amy is 34 years old. She is 5 feet 7 inches tall, slim build, dress size 10/12, breast size 36c, she has shoulder length blonde highlighted hair, hazel eyes, a very pretty face and full lips. She is fully shaven ( at my request ), and has a wonderful pair of legs. I am Mike 42 years old. I am medium bui...
This is part six of our story, and it contains no sex! (Don't worry, more is coming) While it can be read individually, reading previous chapters may help you to get to know Christine and Peter better. We join our story in progress, after Peter has been gunned down in front of his wife by Madeline, a former lover... ***** When Peter set foot in the hotel l...
Marie, "Mi" among her friends, and I are still regarded as a nice couple. Just after we had met, the local newspaper used to mention us as "Our own Ken and Barbie" which I never liked. The simple reason was that both of us were well-known and popular sport stars in our small town. I was the star in our successful soccer team and Mi, who was National Champion...
It had now been five days since she had last encountered her secret admirer. Every bone in her body was telling her this was all wrong...but every bone was craving the touch and the attention he gave her just as badly. She sat each day by the computer, waiting for him to log on, but he never did. She would stare at the phone beside the table, willing it to r...
Disclaimer: Low stroke potential, but an interesting story. Reid looked out at the western sky, painted in vivid pinks and purples like the backdrop for an epic movie. This was the reason he and Heather had moved up to the Sierra foothills - nature, in all it's raging glory. It was humbling, refreshing, awe-inspiring. It was also a good place for marijuana...
There were few diners in the place. I found a window booth, and put the sack with the mist bottle beside me. Sue has a new boyfriend. Should've seen it coming. We couldn't last forever. (What was it we had, anyway?) The waitress set coffee on my table. I'd ordered it, but wasn't really interested. What to do with the bottle? Sue's bottle. The gift ungi...
Many thanks to infructescence for her editing of this story. * It was hot sunny day in Gambia. Though both the door and the only window were missing on the corrugated tin shed at the backyard behind a bar in the outskirts of the capital city Banjul, it was hot as a sauna inside the shed. No wonder why the naked gorgeous Scandinavian housewife who was lying...
Over the course of a month I had gone to visit Jake 3 times. He is the guy with the huge cock I wrote about in my last story. Of course although the stories are actually true the names other than my own have been changed to protect the guilty. He had mentioned on these occasions that if I was game for it his wife, Jill, who knew about him getting blown by me...